Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

"Host?" Bai Nen's chubby hand waved in front of her eyes, Song Le came back to his senses, rubbed his eyes, thought he was dreaming, and couldn't help but confirm: "Be good?"

"It's me, the host." A good man responded with a smile, lying on the bedside with his face in his hands.

"I...how did I come back?" She opened her eyes wide.

Be a good person and answered fluently: "Because you are dead."

"..."

Being a good person seems to have realized that what he said was not accurate, so he scratched his head and corrected: "No, no, it's 'Song Wuyou' who has exhausted his strength."

Song Le was silent, thinking of the increasingly weak condition, understood, but—"What will happen after that?"

after?To be a good person didn't quite understand at first, but then I realized what she meant, and said: "Afterwards, the identity of 'you' in the plot will also die."

Instead of the original owner waking up instead of her.

After getting the answer, Song Le felt an unspeakable feeling that surged up for a while, and Song Le didn't know whether it was more disappointment or joy.

Slowed down, behaved well and whispered: "Host, the first mission failed."

Uh, ah, Song Le nodded helplessly.

But being a good person, he didn't complain at all. On the contrary, he raised his smiling face and said energetically, "The next world must work hard."

Song Le couldn't help reaching out and rubbing his little curly hair, and said with a smile, "I know."

Being a good man squinted his eyes, and suddenly shouted "That's right!" He stretched out his hand, and in his palm lay a candy wrapped in gray transparent sugar paper. After he spread his palm, the candy seemed to have a consciousness of its own, floating Get up and fall into Song Le's hands affectionately.

"This is the reward from the last mission." He added, "Consolation prize."

Song Le was speechless: "..."

"And, in order not to cause too much burden to the host, the memory of each plane must be cleared, are you ready?"

Thinking of Feng Xi, Song Le's throat felt astringent, but he still nodded restrainedly, closed his eyes and waited for the weak current to pass, and then opened his eyes again, his mind went blank, he no longer remembered anything, no matter how he thought about it, only the palms Every time I see the gray sugar in it, I feel a blockage in my heart.

"Then, let's go?" A good man noticed her absent-mindedness and tentatively asked.

Song Le put away the palm of his hand, shook the candy, carefully placed it on the bedside table, looked at it for a long time, and then let go: "Okay, let's go."

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Feng Xi couldn't hide his excitement, holding the small porcelain bottle like a treasure, the elixir inside could repair the primordial spirit, does it mean that the master's illness is hopeful?

He hastily opened the door and called out to Master, a little sweetness rose in his heart.

Looking at the bed at a glance, the master was still sleeping, Feng Xi silenced his voice, and walked over slowly, with an irresistible tenderness in his eyebrows and eyes.

Looking at this person's peaceful and harmless sleeping face, Feng Xi couldn't bear to blink, and stretched out his hand to stroke the broken hair on her face. The cheek touched by the back of his hand was cold, and Feng Xi tucked the corner of the quilt for her distressedly, and finally endured. Unable to stop, she leaned over and wanted to press a kiss on this person's forehead.

But before he kissed her, Feng Xi froze all over.

He stood up abruptly, his whole body trembling, he even forgot to breathe, and it took a long while before he reached for the tip of her nose with trembling fingers.

It was as cold as sub-zero frost, and his fingers were frostbitten in an instant. The seal seemed to be taken away by someone's soul, and the string in his brain snapped and broke.

Master...

Something, collapsed.

Master...

you get up.you get up.You get up.

Feng Xi's hot tears welled up in an instant, but remained silent.